Chapter 225: Unanswered Questions

Damon held Sylvia's hand as he led her out of the building. She followed him, their figures starkly contrasting— a bloodied black-haired human boy with eyes as dark as the night, holding the delicate hand of an elven girl with white hair and piercing gray eyes. Despite their differences, they made for a striking sight, as if their disparities only served to make them stand out more.

As they stepped outside, Damon's gaze fell upon the knights. They stood amid ash and ruin, their armor battered, their bodies weary as they attempted to salvage what little remained of their fallen comrades. But there was nothing left—Ignath's flames had erased them completely. No bodies to bury, no remains to return home. Only the echoes of death and destruction lingered.

And yet, they had fought for his cause. They had risked everything. It felt wrong to let their sacrifice go unrecognized.